12th September, 10 am, Prison Cell

[therealpm]

*Peter is bored.  Very bored.  Nigel has been replaced by Dawn, who alternates between ignoring and threatening him with being re-shackled if he as much as pokes a toe out of line, so he's been unable to do anythin other than read through a seemingly endles series of briefings which, whilst preferable to having no connection to the power of a ministerial role, do tend to blur into a neverending screed of civil service speak.*

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[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Peter snorts*

A thoroughly unbiased and impartial report, I'm sure.

*He stares straight at Alastair through the bars, but does not come any closer*

I'm permanantly imprisoned, with a 50% chance of dying within the next two months. That's a worse prognosis than most inmates on death row. What more do you want?

[bigalcampbell.livejournal.com]

Damn right. What a shame we'll never get to hear it in court.

*He is unnerved by Peter's stare, but holds it steady.*

That's... it sounds bad when you put it like that. But if you were on the outside you could be struck by lightning, hit by a bus, you know? You make your own luck.

And anyway, 50% is the rate for people who aren't you. You're going to be absolutely fine, really. In the end.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

We'll see.

I have briefings to read. If you need something to do, then you can run along to Boots and get me a razor, electric-

*He waits for Alastair to stop sniggering*

-if you don't mind. I doubt I'm allowed anything with a proper blade.

[bigalcampbell.livejournal.com]

Oh, trying to get rid of me now so you can wallow in self-pity alone, are you? I see how it is. *grins* No, as it happens, I don't mind. Your scruff is very charming but I don't want you getting used to it and deciding to make it a permanent fixture. One electric razor comin' right up.

[therealpm.livejournal.com]

*Peter sits at his desk and begins to work, waving a dismissive arm in Alastair's direction.*

Be off with you, some of us have jobs that are rather more taxing than maintaining a vulgar vocabulary.

[msdeputyspeaker.livejournal.com]

*Dawn raises an unamused eyebrow.*

Taxing? You've fallen far if you think a little run-of-the-mill paperwork is taxing.

*She nods at Alastair as he leaves, taking the chance to appreciate his departing arse one more time.*